Mule

''The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist''

-The Usual Suspects 1995

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In the incredible expanse of space

I can still see you hide your face

I can still see it riddled with guilt

I know you are nothing but filth

As crazy as it seems, I feel sorry for you

It's almost like you had nothing else to do

You didn't have the choice not to be cruel

It's like you are Satan's mule

Sent out to commit his evil deeds

Creating enemies and ruining lives as this is how he feeds

This is how I think of you, this is my current impression

But I must reveal my biggest confession
This creature I speak of is far too familiar
For it and I are all too similar

I speak in tongues for the embarrassment is great
Knowing I have helped so many people meet their fate

I may not be you but I have seen all the things I speak of because I have committed crimes just like these mentioned above. Not everyone is perfect but you have to learn from your mistakes, you have to take on board your doings and repent while in turn not being fake. Everyone can learn but do you want to? Can you realise your actions or will you see these stunts through? It's your choice but you have been warned, listen now or forever be scorned.

Signed

Patricia Hilton

For this poem I was inspired by films that focus on people who I feel carry out inhuman deeds, such as assassination. Many films flippantly focus on people who can quite easily kill and some see it as a sport while others learn from it. I like the idea as seeing them as a mule, doing the jobs not even the devil wants to do. The dirty work, the grunt work.

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I'm frustrated and alone

While you dwindle on your throne

I'm understanding and loyal, waiting for our time

Forever wishing you were mine

I'm never selfish or nasty but I'm beginning to fade

Wondering how long it will take for 'us' to be made

Patience is a virtue but to me it's a curse

Before long I'll be waiting, lying in my Hearse

Death feels easy when I'm separated from you

Loneliness, nausea and hunger for my soul mate, to name a few

Are all the things I'm experiencing now

Everyone can see the pain in my eyes as I subtly frown

Excess attention I get from others

As I try to keep our secret covered

I'm fed up of waiting and soon I'll scream

The truth, knowing this action is nothing but cruel and mean

What else am I expected to do?

When all I do is have love and care for you

I'll do what is best and keep my troubled mouth shut

This action, for me, is like pouring salt into a bloody and gorging cut

Pain, an aching heart, a single tear has fallen

My soul is anguished and my eyes are swollen

Nothing could have prepared me for this in life

Nothing prepares me for loves strife

Tenderly your eyes look at me

Telling me that someday you will set us free

This hope stays alive in my conflicted heart

Begging that nothing will ever tear us apart

Signed


Patricia Hilton


Love, death and Shakespeare inspired me for this poem. Nothing intrigues me more than the extent a person will go to for the one they love.


Hope you enjoyed reading my poem!


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